Goodtimes and Secrets

[Shade Stone]

Shade had just about enough of his presently mundane life. In truth he would much rather be home, surrounded by his family, friends and living a life that he was comfortable and familiar with. He loved adventure but he also didn't mind regularity either.

In truth in his hometown there was little time to be lonely. Usually he didn't have such a hard time fitting in but in this place it was more difficult then he would have imagined. His first meeting was with a rather snobby girl and that set him off on a bad foot right away.

And so....

The bright green eyed male headed to the local hot spot, a bar and dance hall all in one that went by the name of Spurrs, a very appropriate name. He entered and glanced about. Usually Shade stuck out like a sore thumb, not because he was odd but because he was a very striking looking young man.

Tonight he wore his tight wrangler jeans and a pair of nice black leather cowboy boots, along with his very 'expensive' black cowboy hat that was wrapped with a horse hair braided hat band with pure silver weaved into it periodically. His shirt was a typical black western shirt but clad with fancy pearl buttons. Indeed he was looking rather fine.

The place was hopping and Shade felt at home here. Everyone was dancing, talking and drinking. Drinking.... He could use a good stiff drink. Easily he passed for the age of twenty one and so he got his drink and headed for a corner table. It had a nice view of the entire dance floor and the front door where he could see who came and went.

[Juilanna Bull]

Some day some how i am gonna make it alright but not right now. Her name was juilanna she had been here for some time. Being left by her family that wanted a better education for her. And her last boy friend that last for like what three day a week maybe. She walked into the dance room. She had her boots on she had just came from a trail ride. Her boots had purple and pink shading on them. Her jeans were flares that covered her boots.

She had shades over her optics she took them off and put them on her head. She looked around. She also wore a tank top that had paint hand prints on it. She had made it with her friends before she had left for the school. She saw a guy he had green emerald eyes. She walked over to him, " hey whats up". She smiled. Her teeth white and clear.

[Luke Peters]

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giselle montgomery renard !
//everyone in this room, they've got troubles too//
//secret stories and lies that we never knew//

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I was in a slightly foul mood.
First of all, I hated bars, so it was a wonder I’d agreed to come here in the first place. Some old friends were in the area and had decided to come and visit me, and I couldn’t exactly refuse when they invited me out for ‘a night on the town.’ Yeah, lame.
Sure, I liked the party scene as much as the next kid, but for some reason, I just wasn’t feeling it tonight. Plus, bars were so overrated! They carded like maniacs, and tended to enjoy kicking you out just when you began enjoying yourself. I loved being young, but sometimes, age sucked. I much preferred the private party, with the mysteriously misplaced parents and the alcohol that was acquired from some older friend with a side-turned baseball cap and a plethora of stories involving women and beer. Plus, the people usually weren’t so bad at parties. Well, that’s a lie; they’re pretty vile, but better than the middle-aged man come to rendezvous with his secret lover, or the drunkard who everyone calls ‘Willie’ but is really named Gregory or something.
I don’t know, I just like making this stuff up.

But my friends never showed, so I ended up tumbling into the smoky bar alone. I probably should have gone home, and really, I don’t know why I didn’t, because I regretting stepping through the door the moment I did so. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I tried not to breathe as much as possible. I might be a rebel in some aspects, but smoking was something I’d never done, and would never do. You wanna kill your lungs? Go for it. I think I’ll just sit here in my nice, unpolluted air, thanks. I felt drunk as I tripped over to the bar, trying to cover my face as much as possible as I ordered a cosmopolitan from the bartender. He didn’t seem like the sort of fellow who cared about age, really, and I half-assumed by the look of him that he started drinking the day he came out of the womb. I laughed inwardly at the image of an infant with a glass of scotch. Oh, what a twisted mind you have, Giselle! I was handed my drink without so much as a single, ‘you’re really twenty-one, right?’ glance, and I fled, nursing the drink. Best to stay as far away from the bar as possible, just in case the bartender decided to have another looksie at me. There was little visibility in the smoky bar, but I managed to use my sonar – kidding, I’m not a bat or a dolphin – to locate a table near the door. I planned on drinking up and getting out of dodge as soon as I could.
Unless, of course, something distracted me.

[Shade Stone]

It was so much fun to watch people coming in and going out. Stone had to admit that he was a people watcher. He loved to watch what they did and their facial expressions, only imagining what they were saying or thinking. And from the seat that he was in he had the perfect view.

Shade was looking in one direction while the girl approached from another. His head turned just as she opened her lips to speak. Of course he smiled up at her and then sat his chair back down on all four legs and the stood. "The ceiling, the sky and hopefully me after a few more of these drinks." He laughed and then offered his name. "I'm Shade Stone." Pausing he waited for her name in return.

In the meantime, as he waited he did notice a blond walking in the door. He wasn't ignoring the female that was bold enough to come up to him but he did periodically glance in the direction that the new comer was standing, at the bar and ordering a drink.

He was still standing and very tall. Shade was like a beacon compared to others, especially those of the opposite sex, even if she was five foot eight. The male still towered over her. His eyes looked down at her and again he smiled.

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna Bull

Juilanna took a seat next to "Shade stone" . She looked to the ceiling rolling her eyes. This guy was a little old for her. She was only going to be a junior in high school. she smiled. " A few more drinks". she laughed. " Well hello there shade stone, my names Juilanna Bull or just jay". Smiling sweet and cautious at the same time. She looked to the blond that had walked in. She looked younger than her. She probably was. That was cool.

Her blue eyes sparkled like blue ice in water.And her teeth white as snow. She looked around ordering a straw berry dac with her fake id. Hopefully this kid wasn't a cop or she was screwed for a long time.

[Luke Peters]

I drummed my fingers lazily on the scuffed wood table, and sighed. My cocktail was not nearly strong enough to make up for the disappointment I felt in a night well-ruined. I hadn’t felt like this ten minutes ago though, what gave now? The alcohol of course; it always made me like this, all depressed and sad, so naturally I drank more to drown these feelings. Eventually I’d end up shit-faced, but it was all good fun in the end. Until then, however, I had to content myself with my water-down cosmo. There was no way I was going back over to that bar, not since the bartender had reserved his spare time to throwing me shifty eyed glances. I almost wondered if he was going to come over here, rolling up his sleeves like they did in the movies, and snatch my half-finished beverage out of my hand. Before throwing me out on my ass, of course. I laughed at the prospect, and stirred the liquid with my pinky finger. Ugh, what I wouldn’t give for a couple of friends right now. Speaking of friends…
I’d noticed a boy sitting in the corner, but had not really felt like putting the moves on him. I just wasn’t up for that kind of thing tonight. Now I regretted it slightly though, for it seemed some girl was all over him. Drat, there goes that. I averted my gaze to the table however, amused at the prospect of what would happen. If my friends were there, I’d probably bet them money on if he got the girl to go back with him, wherever ‘back’ might be. His car, maybe, or his home, if he had such a thing. Come to think of it, I might have recognized him from a class or two, but I didn’t really care enough to find out. If he wanted to cavort over here, fine, but I was otherwise stationary, watching the couple with a smug little grin.

Okay, so I’ve always considered myself ‘fashion forward,’ you know, ahead of the game. While everyone shops at Hollister and American Eagle, I much prefer vintage stores and thrift shops. Little boutiques absolutely conquer typical run-of-the-mill things. I always take pride in my attire, and if I don’t make it in the horse world, I’ll be sure to consider becoming a designer. Tonight, although only a casual outing, I made sure to dress my best. A high-waisted black pencil skirt with a grey cardigan set was what I picked out, and I felt pretty confident. Confident, that is, until the bumbling bunch of fools had to stumble in.
It wasn’t even that late, and I could already smell that this group had been participating in a massive bar crawl. They reeked of liquor and smoke, and I could tell that they weren’t exactly… right. Let’s just say I was sure that if they would have been pulled over, they would have found themselves in deep doo-doo. It wasn’t the wisest decision of mine to snag a table by the door, although I thought so at the time. In fact, quite the opposite of wise. As soon as these idiots walked in, they began to cause havoc. I watched as they stumbled over to a lone woman to begin their cat-calling and frantic touching. It almost made me cringe with horror. Men could be so pathetic sometimes. They ordered a round of beers, and drank with surprising speed. Apparently they had more alcohol to consume, for they drank and ran. In fact, they ran so much that they ran into me, spilling my drink all over my outfit, and causing a very disgruntled self. Immediately by nature I stood up, outraged, and slapped the guy who had tumbled into me. He was releasing a string of apologies, but tonight really wasn’t the night to upset me.
“Watch it!” I hissed, although the sound was probably lost in the music. Sure I felt bad for smacking him so abruptly, but it was my initial reaction. Drunk people had always bothered me unless I was one of their ranks, and then it was just a good time. I suppose that unless you’re on the inside looking out, things are never as much fun. Sitting down again, I glanced over to the boy and girl at the distant table.
Yeah, that sounded about right.
With no drink to ponder over, I wondered why I was still even there at all.

[Shade Stone]

Shade smiled as the female sat next to him. She was bold that was for sure. Now his attention was thwarted from the blonde to Juilanna Bull. "Nice to meet you 'Jay'." Shade may have looked much older but he was only seventeen. His mature appearance helped him to get as many drinks as he wanted from the bar.

He sipped of his drink and let out a sigh. It was good and it felt good going down. Already he could feel the calming sensation that it awarded his nerves. "What..." The commotion from the door caused him to look back toward the blonde again, who seemed to be getting into some trouble. Shade laughed when she seemed to handle it very well but then again she could have gotten her ass handed to her on a silver platter.

Shade looked back at Jay and smiled. "Please... Excuse me." He got up and darted passed her but then looked back before he was to far away, putting a finger up. "Don[t go any where Jay. I promise I'll be right back." Shade winked at her, not really meaning to flirt but the femme would take it how she wanted.

The male turned and shifted through the crowd until he was standing at the table, where she was still wiping her clothing off. He grinned widely, sending an icy glare toward the culprit. "That's no way to treat a lady. He needs his ass kicked." Stone waited for her to look up at him before he continued to speak.

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilannas optics narrowed on the girl. Little kids she whispered under her breathe. She looked up to shade moving over to her. She smiled. She didn't like fighting but a good fight now or then was a good thing for her to see. She looked up and around her icy blue eyes dashed around the crowd. People where sitting there and drinking, dancing and having a good time. She smiled. She waited patiently, not taking the wink any way at all just a reassurance that he wasn't just screwing her over to go talk with some one else. She shifted her weight to the left side of her body. Looking to the girl. She got up and followed shade to where he had gone.

Jay walked over to where the drama had started with a girl slapping a drunk man. That wasn't surprising to her at all. Men needed it most of the times to get there head strait on there necks. I smiled. " Hey are you alright". I said in a smooth calm voice. Looking to the man who was finding the right excuse to tell her. I hissed at him the same way she did. " Excuse me sir but i am sure that you aren't wanted here, so please take your sorry drunk ass to some other table.". Jay smiled as the man walked off. She then looked back to the girl that had a drink spilled down the front of her.

[Luke Peters]

The dampness of my spilt cosmo felt disgusting on my clothes. More than ever I wanted to leave, but for some reason, I could not push myself to get up and walk out. Probably so I could take more time to feel sorry for myself. I smiled bitterly, and opened my bag, withdrawing a stick of gum and placing it in my mouth. Whenever I ate gum, I always sucked the flavor out of it first, leaving an empty shell of tasteless chew. Today, although my mood was quite down, I still stuck with my routine. The guy who’d bumped into me was still drunkenly slurring apologies, but I waved him off with a well-placed middle finger. I was tired, and there was no way I was going to tell him off again. I already felt miserable, and I feared I might just break down into tears if I tried to confront him again. So I just laid low. Hey, there were worse things in the world than being drenched with a cosmopolitan!

Maybe like, having people come over and make a big deal of it. Since the ‘incident,’ I hadn’t looked over at the back table. There wasn’t anything very interesting there anyways, just people, and I could get enough of a fix for that just by looking around. After a few seconds of wallowing in self-pity, I glanced over to the table, only to see that the couple had disappeared. I rolled my eyes. Jeeze, either that girl is easy, or that guy just has some irresistible charms. I glanced back to my wet table, tracing patterns on the damp wood. That was until I heard the voice. Now, under normal circumstances, I would have been happy to have a man come to my rescue, but tonight, I just wanted to be left alone. I then realized that the same man who was threatening my assaulter was the guy at the distant table. I was just wondering where the chick he was with was, when I saw her appear at my side.
“I’m fine.” I said shortly, rolling my eyes. Sure, the drunkard who’d run into me had been annoying, but we must not forget that he was drunk. I’d been in his shoes on numerous occasions, and although I hadn’t run into any lone girl, I’m sure I had stirred up some havoc. The guy was apologizing profusely, and I had already showed my wrath, so there was no reason to continue on pestering the man. I didn’t want to cause drama.
“I’m. Fine.” I said again, this time turning my eyes to face the pair. I was sure my smile looked every bit as fake and strained as it was, but I wasn’t in the mood for authenticity.
“Thanks.”
Then I turned back to my sulking.

[Shade Stone]

Stone hadn't expected Jay to actually follow him but that was fine. It wasn't like he was the only one that could console a femme in need. Well she acted like she 'wasn't' in need but as soon as the male heard her voice and the way that she held her expression upon her face he could sense that something was up with her.

Uncomfortably he stood there for a few seconds. He even opened his mouth to say something a couple of times but nothing came out. Perhaps the last thing that he wanted to do was to interfere with her sulking, her self pity or perhaps her ponderance over something big that was happening in her life. He wouldn't push it after this. He would just simply ask her to join then and if she said no... well then he'd leave it at that.

The drunken man finally took the hint and left. It could have been Stone's evil glares that he sent to him. Stone was usually a calm and relaxed sort of fellow but when it came to animals, children and women he had a soft spot. He was just glad that the drunkard didn't pursue anything more.

Stone cleared his throat before speaking. "Look... I can understand if you wish to be alone and I'll bother you no more if you refuse my request but would you like to join us? There's no sense in such a pretty girl sitting alone and especially by the door where a similar event is surely to come your way again. If you say no that's fine but I... we... would really enjoy your company. Right Jay?" Stone turned to look at the fem beside him. He acted like he knew her his entire life.

Shade held up his hand in gesture toward the empty drink. "I'll even get you a new drink. What do you say?" He didn't want to sound like he was begging and so he fell silent after the offering of a new drink. It was a free drink. How could she refuse it and the stunning green eyes that gazed upon her as she sat at a wet table? Not that Shade thought that he was all that and a bag of chips. He was the most modest guy one will ever meet.

[Luke Peters]

I actually had to hold myself back from rolling my eyes when the guy started talking again. Did he not get that I just wanted to be left alone? I exhaled slowly, and closed my eyelids, turning to face him and then re-opening them. I tried my best to smile, but it came off bitchy and uninterested – quite fitting of my mood, really. My fingers drummed the wood as he spoke, and although I knew I was being rude, I didn’t bother to stop. I did manage to cough out a bitter laugh when he predicted my fortune, however, about sitting by the door. It amused me so much that I decided to entertain him, and release a few words of my own.
“Honey,” I said, throwing him a ‘really?’ look, “if someone decides to reenact what just happened, I don’t plan on going so easy on them.”
Idly, I waved away an invisible speck of dust, and fixed my attention again to the front. I might as well just leave now and be done with it. My bed was starting to sound increasingly more attractive.

Attractive, that is, but not as attractive as another alcoholic beverage, which seemed to be what this guy was offering me. In exchange for what? Was my company really that desirable? With a sigh, I looked up at him again, and shrugged lazily, picking up my clutch purse and rising daintily from the table. I may be wet and disgruntled, but I would continue to be elegant until the day I died. My mother used to tell me that I resembled the made-over Eliza Dolittle, and I have always held myself to that standard. After all, Audrey Hepburn was quite beautiful in her day.
“I’ll come sit with you, if you can manage to snag me a grey goose martini, up, extremely cold.” In the dark of the bar, I batted my eyelashes and smiled.
“Please.”
Hey, if this guy was offering me a drink, then I wasn’t going to make it something crappy. Sure, I’d been known to drink a cheap beer or two, but they weren’t my weapon of choice. I much preferred stronger alcohol, stuff that actually made some kind of an impact. Especially now that my night was going so poorly, I wasn’t about to play around with any sissy stuff. Break out the big guns, por favor.

I debated standing there and waiting for him, or following behind him. Option one sounded much more appealing, but I decided to take option two for the sole purpose of monitoring exactly what my drink was doing. The last thing I needed was for him to spill it on me. I laughed inwardly at the prospect.
Could you imagine, twice in one night?

[Shade Stone]

Shade wasn't sure what was up with the gal. She seemed slightly bitchy and he almost walked away. What was it this week? Did he have a sign on his forehead that read... 'I want to meet bitchy women'? Inwardly he groaned, feeling regret that he even tried to come to her rescue at all. After all he wasn't desperate. He could get any good looking girl that he wanted and he wasn't liking the fact that he seemed to be meeting only the femmes that had an attitude.

He smiled lightly when she finally agreed to come sit with them. It was probably the promise of a drink. The girl seemed like she needed one and bad. And she didn't even bother with just a beer, no she went right for the hard stuff. Stone couldn't help but to chuckle as he turned to go to the bar while she made her way to the table that seemed to have his name on it.

While he waited for the drink he was thinking about how at first she seemed to want to bite his head off but then her whole attitude changed. His curiosity was now sparked about the girl. What was her deal? At least she was a bit different then the one that he met at the barn. That one stayed an ice queen until she departed from him.

Soon enough the male was back at the table, sitting her drink in front of her with a slight grin. It would be interesting to see how she would handle this beverage, it being quite strong.

[Luke Peters]

The chair I was sitting on was sticky, and every time I rose up from it, it seemed like it was keen on accompanying me. I did not want to know what the substance was which was making it stick, so I decided ignoring it would be the best option. I waited patiently for my drink, lazily skimming my eyes around the darkened bar. I was glad I’d moved seats, that was for certain, for it seemed another bumbling band of idiots had sashayed in, pretty much screaming disaster. From my new perch, a little higher up, I could only laugh at their antics, glad that their victim would not be me. My vision next fell on the guy who was buying my drink. I realized then that I didn’t even know his name, or his intentions. He could be slipping roofies into my beverage as I spoke and I wouldn’t even know it! Still, I decided to take my chances. I think that he realized I wasn’t about to put up with any funny business.

I watched idly as he made his way back to the table, flicking my gaze around. As he neared, I leaned back in my chair and crossed my arms, smiling saucily in his direction. Right now he was the most appealing thing to me, aside from what he was carrying. As he set my libation down in front of me, there was nothing I desired more than to pour the entire thing down my throat. But, I resisted for sake of appearances. I still wanted to come off as being beautiful and elegant. I blinked slowly before reaching out three lengthy fingers to draw the drink towards me.
“Thank you.” I nodded pertly, raising the glass to my lips and taking a sip. The last time I’d had a martini, I’d been in Cancun, but I was positive it hadn’t tasted half as good as this. I was quite lucky to have run into this guy.
“So,” I sighed, leaning forwards a little on my elbows, “I don’t believe I’ve ever caught your name.” I blinked slowly, and took another sip. I think he’d find me quite changed once situated with a martini – nothing like a nice, cold glass of vodka to improve one’s mood!

[Juilanna Bull]

Juilanna was in deep thought. She was twirling her hair and looking down at her drink while her other friends were talking. She heard nothing they were saying. She finally looked up from her daze. She wondered to her self why god had to make emotion couldn't he just make a man or women like each other and not have the drama add in. She let out a sigh. Looking to her friends talking. Well shade she new was her friend but the sophmore she had no idea. She looked to them trying to catch onto what they were talking about.

She was interuppted but her phone ringing. It was a text she shut it off looking to the screen her friend Aron had texted her. She opened her phone reading it. She gasped loudly. She looked up in astonishment. Could it be could he really be back. No she thought to her self. This could not be true. She sat up leaning to the back of her chair. She looked to Shade and then back to Giselle. Her mouth dropped open.